You may notice that I did not make a resolution to lose weight this year. It isn’t that I don’t need to, I need it more than ever before, tipping the scales almost as much as I did at the peak of my pregnancies. (gulp) It’s just that I’m working first to fix the underlying causes of my eating, paving the way for a healthier me.
Every morning as I dress I stand in front of the closet and wonder what I can wear that still fits. Yesterday I chose the same wraparound skirt I’ve been wearing almost exclusively for months, paired with a new black top which I purchased on sale, the old black top having gotten a little too threadbare to be modest. Yesterday a woman who sees me at least on a weekly basis and has known me for the whole five and a half years I’ve lived here, asked me if I had lost weight.
There’s magic in new clothes. That’s right, folks, you can purchase a little bit of magic for ten dollars.